I've
written so much and I've found nothing at the end of the tunnel:
I'M NOT FIXED YET. I can keep spitting up but it's going to just
keep falling back onto my face. There's nothing to be found in the
same fucking words and the same repetitions. I can tell these stories
a hundred times over but the morals will never change. I need someone
to look over my shoulder – check my work – follow the lines I've
drawn and scratch out my solutions. That's the way to nirvana.
Following someone else's path.

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